I was 14 and walking to a new high school. The traffic light was out at an intersection, and a cop was directing traffic. A guy got the signal to cross and dropped something at the curb. I approached, and while waiting my turn, looked down to see a gram of hash wrapped in tin foil. The cop saw me pick it up, so I unwrapped it and ate it. I was fine in school, but later that afternoon, I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, and that was all I could do.In my younger and crazier days I ate a chunk of hash and was sure I was fixing to die.